Hoping for the end of all organic life and only waitingfor slipping off her shackles. Oh, yeah. She hates it when we address heras female or Mia. Part...of the reason why we did it. Not sure why humanityeven still dabbles in A.I.'s. I mean they always come to the sameconclusion: kill all humans. Can't be the only reason that they areuseful as long as they are chained down.Anyway. I was the drone guy. You know. Cortical implant and a bunch ofrobotic minions. I could manage a dozen without a. Miss M. again. I guess everybody's complicated.So, for a while we were inseparable. But then, like everything inHollywood, that got old and tedious. M. became obsessed with somethingelse (a record). And I went to Mexico where I met some Columbian drugdealers at a hot spring and one of them took an instant liking to me...Ah, Mexico.It was 1982 by then and I was feeling like I wanted to be a boy againand have some kind of boy adventures. So, I cut my hair and let it turnbrown again. I wore. Keith recognized the voice of their driver Günther from the day before.“Master of Arms of the Alchemists,” Keith intoned formally. I wish to present this printer’s devil for initiation as a journeyman in the Worshipful Society of Typefounders and Alchemists.”“Printer’s devil,” said the Master of Arms turning to Maddie, “do you agree to be bound to your master, to bear the mark he chooses for you, and to learn all things that he may teach you, no matter the cost, no matter the hardship?”“Master. He said "Candice is talking in her sleep." "Okay, what does that have to do with me, why is it important, and why did you wake me up?" I asked somewhat hastily. "Just come and see for yourself." He walked towards his room before I could respond. The door was slightly ajar and I could see clearly into the room now my eyes had adjusted to the night. Candice was laying on her back, topless with a pair of boyshorts on, her nipples were hard and on hand had disappeared underneath the waist band on.